Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.